GET MILK
By Claudia Costa-Jacobson
When I was about 5 years old and living in Manhattan I eagerly volunteered to walk to the nearby A & P and buy milk. Crossing the city street wasn’t too scary since I was certain green meant go, red meant no, and watching when the “big people crossed” worked.
MY FAVORITE SOUNDS
By Claudia Costa-Jacobson
“It always snows on your birthday,” my husband said as he opened the curtains in our living room on the first Saturday in April. “Did I tell you I heard peepers?”
LIFTED BY MUSIC AND THE SWEETEST GUY IN THE BAND
By Claudia Costa-Jacobson
Thursday, March 5, was a sunny day on the edge of spring. Bright sunlight made me feel good as my wheelchair headed for the pavement at the edge of our driveway. My ‘pit crew,” Jimmy and John helped me into the car easily.
5.3 LBS. OF COURAGE
By Claudia Costa-Jacobson
Sassy, our little calico cat joined John and me one summer day eight years ago when I was the caretaker of the Beaverkill Valley Inn.
THE PONY AT MY HOUSE
By Claudia Costa-Jacobson
I had no business buying her.
I was a college student and a mom of a little girl who was sick very often. There were lots of reasons to be practical. I lived my life with a parachute at the ready, an umbrella always within reach and no dreams, but lots of worries.